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Love is all you need

I read Craig Harper’s blog on Sunday night and was touched by one of his readers stories. I have been reading this blog for a while and whilst it’s often amusing, I think his latest post, ‘Maybe the Beatles Were Right’ is the best of his posts I’ve read. He’s so right and perhaps so were the Beatles as well as a lot of others who have mentioned this over time. I have had my own little wake up calls around this topic this last week or so, so I know what I am talking about here.

May is seriously birthday month around here. Tom, Pat, Nicole, my nana were all born in May. I seem to know heaps of people born then also. It’s Kat’s birthday today. Happy birthday to you…etc.

My parents have headed off in their caravan to join the grey nomads. I’m delighted for them. I will also miss them. I love having them nearby even though I don’t see them all the time. It will be great for them to get away and see this great country though.

Full Moon Eclipse?

I sure it has been the full moon eclipse business that has totally ruffled me this week. I have been tired, cranky, sad and unmotivated with no apparent reason. I have continued to exercise, but have not eaten well or recorded any stats. I have burnt meals and done last minute rushed shopping frequently.

I’ve had weird dreams about people I’m not really fond of and found them unexpectedly turning up in reality the next day, when I never see them and I like it like that. I haven’t felt like doing any writing or creative stuff, much less disassembling the mounds of dirty clothes and trails of where I’ve been through the house.

Maybe it was the scary thunderstorm last night when my son was down the street and beloved was riding home on his dirt bike. I imagined all sorts of disasters striking either one of them, even whilst I knew it was saner and more pleasant to ‘think positive thoughts’. Perhaps it was the heat and the rain making the heat kind of sticky rather than refreshing as I was hoping it would be.

Could be it was letting go of my daughter on the weekend and talking to her on the phone and hearing that she was tired, busy and sounded just a little overwhelmed and I couldn’t get to her in an instant to help. Yet because I was moving house with daughter on the weekend I didn’t do a great job of my housework and I was disorganised.

Not to mention all the consequences that flow on from those things such as not being totally prepared to teach each lesson and so getting further behind at school, or that there have been quite a fewinterruptions at school this week, such as swimming carnivals and thinkfests, all wonderful and important things that I love, yet interrupt the flow.

The good thing is that I woke this morning and thought, it’s feeling better, and today was. It was much better. I achieved a lot and feel good.

Winter Naked Tree

If I think I am cold imagine how this poor tree must feel
It is so cold though. I don’t feel motivated. The son’s gland in his throat is so huge. I was listening to him breathe last night because I was scared the other side might get that big and there would be no channel for him to breathe through. He survived needless to say. I probably should take him to the doctors but he’s already had penicillin twice this year and I don’t think it is healthy. We’ve taken him about 4 times and had swabs and the blood tests for glandular fever. It is still happening though. I am going to make him rest and hopefully his body will find the resources to fight it once and for all.